Sometimes it seems like the only things that change about me are my age and my will. Do people with the darkest pasts really have the brightest futures?

I know that I like my bacon a little crispy, but eggs are definitely not my thing. I know I love poetry; it's how my soul escapes. I love silly things that make me seem childish, but who cares? And occasionally, I find solace in a gentle puff of sweet green smoke.

I know that I'm the biggest crybaby on the face of this earth, yet I'd stand and let it rain hell on me if it meant others didn’t have to feel any pain.

I love music; when I hear it, I feel no pain. I can close my eyes and see a song like it was a movie. I sing off-key and dance in solitude, liberated by the...